This isn't me
This isn't what I became
or what I wanted to be.
It just isn't the same
What does it take
For my doors to open
To open the flood gate.
For someone to enter my den.
I just want someone here
Maybe even someone I hold dear.
YOU ARE READING
Vague
PoëzieHave you ever talked to yourself in your thoughts? Maybe thought someone could be listening?
